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Dragons Fangs and Tiger Claws {1x1 with DarkMudkip}

Her tail curled around Masamune's ankles, holding her wing in place while he worked. "Wo los tol kon?"

((Who is that girl?))
 
She lifted her head to look at Masamune, lifting her lips in a slight snarl. "Fahvos fund yunkliin praag liin?"

((Why would a hatchling need a mate?))
 
Masamune rolled his eye, "Nii los vir dulsos kroson voth joor. Mu kuz liin goraan." He answered

((That's how royalty works with mortals. We take mates young.))
 
Voslaarum merely snorted in response, laying her head back down with a rumble that shook the floor.

((Wanna move back to Nana and Cho?))
 
((I hope you don't mind that I skipped ahead a little.. >.>))

The Pirates had all made their journey home safely, and after distributing food to the townsfolk, both Nana and Motochika retired to the White Hall where they enjoyed a few drinks with eachother, but one thing led to another and things grew heated. Behind closed doors, Nana lay on Motochika's bed, her hands on his bare sides as she kissed him deeply and slowly, pinned beneath the tall man.
 
((Its cool!))

Motochika's hands roamed her body, tracing it and mapping it. He trailed his kisses down her neck and shoulder, face flushed from the mead
 
Nana let out a soft noise of enjoyment, digging her nails lightly into his skin, tilting her head to give him better access to her neck. Her own cheeks were flushed from the mead, her shirt already discarded on the ground, and her chest wrappings undone and hanging loosely around her chest.
 
His kisses continued to move downward, over her chest to her breast, his tongue gently playing with her pert nipple as his hands rubbed her thighs gently
 
Nana let out a soft gasp, shivering slightly and running her fingers through his hair, closing her eyes and enjoying the attention she was receiving.

((Has Motochika lost his eye already or not yet?))
 
Nana gently pushed his head lower, soft moans coming out in between sighs and soft murmurs, her skin growing hot.
 
Once he got to her navel, she worked on her belt, getting it off and working on kicking her boots off as well as her pants.
 
Nana laid back on the pelt covered bed, legs spread slightly as she looked back up at Motochika, panting softly, face flushed pink as she lay completely exposed for him.
 
Soft noises of pleasure sounded from Nana, moving her legs apart for him, gently holding onto the bed furs; lips parted slightly.
 
Her hands moved to his hair, tangling her fingers in his silver hair and shifting slightly on the bed, her womanhood already wet.
 
Nana let out a moan, but covered her mouth with one hand, her heartbeat picking up and a slight pressure building in her lower stomach.
 
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